home and dry (Merry Christmas, Raimondo!)

Came home late last night, or early this morning. My mum, with new hairdo but still great-looking, picked me up and brought me home to naked trees and shining stars in the windows. Those orange paper stars we have here in Sweden; very traditional.
There is no place like home.

Ps. I seem to have forgotten all my make up at your place; use it for Icelandic masquerades if you want but do not throw it away. Keep it somewhere safe or hand it over to Anne. Thanks.